don't feel bad for bloodninja

after 8 months of planning, bloodninja's bachelor party is finally here. catching the direct flight to nassau tomorrow and then taking a puddle jumper over to paradise island. bg has done an awesome job of putting it together. everyone i talk to is impressed by how large we are living. one of my co-workers said, "shit, i've been to some crazy bachelor parties...vegas, new orleans...but never off-shore. that is freaking awesome." 4 days in the bahamas.

moe, the chief, bloodninja and i have done a few of these together. each of them was a room mate of mine--it's a tight crew. now, the funny thing is that the bar keeps getting set higher. i won't shit you, this weekend is going to be crazy. it could make mine look like a tea party. i have only two hopes:

1. no one in jail
2. no alcohol poisoning

everything else is on the table. i'd be nervous if i were bloodninja. but don't feel bad for him. the person you should really feel sorry for is moe. the chief and i are both safely married and our bachelor parties are behind us. this weekend is going to be so sick, but by the time we get to moe's bachelor party (who knows when it will be, but that's another matter), we're going to ramming up his anus with a rusty cattle prod. not only will moe's be the fourth in a long line of debauchery, but it will be the last one. so in some ways, this weekend is just a warm-up...but a hell of a warm-up. we're going to be toweling off by 9 am.

everybody say "yatta!"